Guest post by Sheree Joseph @Flyfromadream www.clichemurder.com
It all began on a dark and stormy night. No really, it was raining and everything. I’m just setting the mood here man. So there I am, working back late and day dreaming about what to eat when I get home – the Cinnamon Duck Chef’s Special from my favourite Thai restaurant in Pyrmont, Wok Station. I usually walk in and am greeted with ‘Hello ma’am, takeaway duck?’ and I nod meekly, trying not to look too predictable or like a person that orders adorable ducks and eats them.
Sometimes I jazz it up and order an entrée as well, depending on whether hunger has reached dire emergency warning levels yet. Once I ordered something with chicken in it. It was difficult for all parties involved.
Somewhere between my flailing umbrella and the howling winds, it was decided that I would catch a taxi home. I specifically motioned to the driver to take the longer route home, so I could jump out, make the order and run through the rain. That’s when I saw it.
An empty space where my favourite Thai restaurant once resided, boarded up, empty, forlorn, a ghost of its former self*.
‘Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo’ I screamed in my head, so as to not scare the poor Taxi driver, ignorant to my Thai-deprived plight.
Dazed and confused, I rushed home and rang all the available brochures on my fridge, but none were open/ awesome enough to answer/ have anything with duck on the menu. Would I die of starvation? I didn’t even stop to look in my fridge, which had food in it. Irrelevant. Spicks and Specks was coming on and it won’t be on TV for much longer, ‘There’s no time for you kitchen!’ I yelled, because that’s what crazy people do.
That’s when I remembered a certain online superhero that had recently plagued my newsfeed with adorable food-related anecdotes, the best kind. ‘He’ll know what to do’ I said out loud to no one in particular, as I was home alone and, it would appear, totally mad.
I logged onto Delivery Hero and swiftly found a local Thai place – Thai Space Glebe. I decided I would order duck pancakes and Thai fried rice with prawns. The experience with Delivery Hero encouraged me to opt for something different, now that I could so easily browse through the menus and click. I had just enough cash in my wallet. Delivery Hero informed me of the status of my order, with sweet, high tech graphics and user-friendly instructions. They even sent me a text message, how nice of them! Everything was delivered on time without a single hiccup. World order (and my derailing sanity) had been restored. I have since discovered a range of new Thai places in my area.
I sat on my couch, eating, and contemplating the meaning of life. It seems that superheroes are real and they help the hungry and the lazy while wearing nifty yellow capes. Thanks Delivery Hero. I owe you one.
* Wok Station was undergoing renovations at the time and is now back in full swing with a jazzy makeover and, thankfully, the Duck special is still on the menu hazzah, I think I’ll order seafood from now on though.
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